I had a very eventful weekend, and I can still feel the effects. This is most notably a series of vomiting. Oh, it was fun, but maybe a little too much, and probably more than I was designed to handle.
A jump has been created for those of you that would just like to skip over the details.
- #1 – Friday was Stuart’s birthday party here in the apartment, and as I had promised to myself I would get very, very drunk in his honor (and to forget about a stressful week), I had more than succeeded. I don’t think it was the alcohol that actually tipped me over the edge, but the weird combination of the junk food that was made available at the party. In any case, fun party, glad to see everyone there, wish I had spent more time with these people while sober, but as I was pretty annihilated by the end of the night, waking up in the middle of the night to boot in the bathroom was the first of what activity would define my weekend.
- #2 – Being hungover is not conducive to stressful work, and helping to bartend at the bar is something that seems to always stress me out more than doing the live sound. I hate doing it because of the fear that I will screw up an order. The music was fantastic, but being really busy and quick on my feet was sincerely distracting me from enjoying it to the fullest. That, and cleaning up afterwards, would make it so that my feet still hurt an entire day later. I need to learn a better technique for being able to stand for 8 hours. I think I threw up after this show because I was just hungover and exhausted and sore and the only thing in my stomach was coffee and a beer.
- #3 – I think because of being exhausted and having thrown up two nights in a row is why I felt sick and canceled my rehearsal. I made my own breakfast kind of haphazardly and as such I miscalculated and underestimated my potatoes. As you might have guessed by now, these came back up.
I’m still sore and slightly more deaf from Saturday, and I’m still feeling slightly queasy. I like the word ‘queasy’ because it sounds cutesy, but of course the actual feeling is no walk in the park.
I was initially excited for the weekend and its promise that it would be an escape from my recently stressful weekdays (not anything to do with professional life, fortunately). They were a little more than I bargained for.
Some days, I want to give up. But it’s days like that of this weekend, where I would much rather just pass out.
